zavřít

Panic In Detroit

Text písně Panic In Detroit

He looked a lot like Che Guevara,
drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion,
such a humble man
The only survivor 
of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, 
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, 
I wish someone would phone


Panic in Detroit


He laughed at accidental sirens 
that broke the evening
gloom
The police had warned of repercussions


They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers 
were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, 
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, 
I wish someone would phone


Panic in Detroit


Putting on some clothes 
I made my way to school
And I found my teacher
crouching in his overalls


I screamed and ran to smash 
my favorite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars 
that slept at traffic lights


Having scored a trillion dollars,
made a run back home


Found him slumped across the table.
A gun and me alone
I ran to the window. 
Looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit.


He'd left me an autograph
"Let me collect dust."
I wish someone would phone


Panic in Detroit

					

Diskografie David Bowie – David Bowie